Shroud of the Lost Ain't afraid of no ghost

Llinnea was relieved to find she wasn't the only one confused by the strange turn of events. She glanced back and forth between Loach and the shiny. Part of her wanted to run and hide behind him. The stronger part refused to be scared. She sniffed the shiny, received no reaction, and snorted in satisfaction before trotted back towards Loach, paw forgotten.

"I want fish," she said, heading back towards Fisher's Split. She wanted to practice her fishing skills anyway, since this shiny had been so disappointing. Better off finding something fun - and something they could eat.

Currently traveling with Loach and Claw

She seemed to give up on it as quick as she had set out upon it. He couldn't say he blamed her though. No shiny thing would keep their bellies full or fur warm. Why bother with it?

Alright. Come on. He stood back up, prepared to lead the way back to the split. He figured they could fish and talk. He still wanted answers on her feelings about Lana afterall.

Regardless, he wouldn't haggle her on the way back home.